SPM Day 8: My chemical romance ends.

I started to seriously study Chem beginning 10pm yesterday up to 1am. Kinda late, yeah, but somehow I don’t feel particularly worried. My complacency reached its climax at the final few days of SPM; maybe there isn’t really a need to be worried over your SPM.

Chemistry was surprisingly.. easy. ‘course there were some questions I couldn’t answer and the usual tembak method followed, but overall it’s easier than the past year questions I’ve done and certainly it couldn’t be me getting smarter overnight. Even though I studied it at the very last minute.

I had lack of sleep like the day before, so an overwhelmingly exhausted brain was screaming at me to sleep. I strained on, maintained the steady flow of writing till the very last word, found I had 30 minutes left and slept.

...tried to sleep, at least. When you have an overwhelmingly exhausted brain, it’s as if your brain finds it a tiring task to sleep. So I closed my eyes and let my brain wander itself to fantasy islands, before I actually slept for about 5 minutes or so.

After eating lunch at opposite Tien Tien Fatt I felt much better, before we had to go for Paper III.

Then I reached home, showered, read some newspapers and slept very deeply till 7pm.

These two conflicting feelings, of being relieved that SPM would be over very soon thus practically eternal freedom follows, and slightly sad at the prospect of ending your schooling life, not being able to be nonchalant and not shoulder any adult-ish responsibilities, are taking over me.

I know by ending high school, it will effectively end any meeting up with the familiar people around you, the ones you have been hanging out with, ones you learnt a lot about so many non-academic things from (football, dogs, people skills), people you smack right up their asses and shout “WHAT’S UP FAGGOT!”, people you shout “fuck you” to candidly without eliciting nasty responses; then soon you move up to a different institute of learning, start making new friends in a new environment and meeting up with new people and (hopefully not) forget about the people you have known.

And I know I’m being fucking sentimental by saying all these stuffs when Biology begins in less than 12 hours but. Just but.

Look at this photograph, everytime I do it makes me laugh… ~ Nickleback – Photograph

So many different roads diverged (I fucking love this poem), and it makes me laugh to think I had thought of taking the path to hell years ago.